Tuesday, 20 November 2012

Devil Child

The prompt for this week's 100 word challenge is I really tried not to laugh. Which means I had no choice but to write about what happened after the Sunday service this week.

My son hurried to the church hall to snaffle Oreos. His blond head bobbed angelically amid
the faithful and I watched with pride as he beguiled a bevy of rapt
ladies. Then I glimpsed the iPod. The ladies were posing for portraits and waiting expectantly for the results. I darted forward,
but too late. With five finger taps he'd deprived the churchwarden
of her hair and aged her twenty years. The ladies from the choir had
gained ten stone apiece and grown moustaches. And the Vicar? I really
tried not to laugh as I realised that for 13 years I've been
sharing my pillows with this:

The Vicar gave me similar treatment, although before he discovered the bald app and the ugly app. Here's his handiwork http://adventuresofamiddle-agedmatron.blogspot.co.uk/2012/09/ageing-gracefully.html

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As a vicar's wife I bake cakes and memorise the parish ailments. As a mother I occasionally feed and occasionally counsel an 11-year-old son and an 13-year-old daughter. As a journalist I am a part-time staff feature writer on The Guardian and a freelancer. Tartan sofa rugs, herbaceous perennials and a nightly lager hold it all together.